Two nests in the tree–
Keen tweezered beaks make a
Statement of friendship,
Placement a consensus,
My circle next to yours

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Juggling act with
idea I want to remember,
task at hand and time

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Graceful willows
Buoyant heads bow down to ground
Gentle swish of fingers
Beauty below, above and all around
The hands of red winged blackbirds

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Eye glints,
Claw thinks under wing
Patchwork land rivered in silver
Threads and scraps he brings
To nest

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Jeremiah 17:8
“They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit.”

A bird’s deliberate nest
held in pearled knots of leaf,
cloth budges with calico shrubs
and shapes, packing the tapestry full
with hearty aggregations

Sudden surprise having heaved
a gasp, cloud floats the aftermath,
spilling story through the land,
wetting wefts of water lapping
rooted Jeremiah trees